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snarry_reader ([info]snarry_reader) wrote,
@ 2005-01-04 20:00:00


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Quill and Ink
Title: Quill and Ink
Author: Cybele
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance
Story Link: Via the author’s web site, below
Author's Web site: http://www.swish-n-flick.netfirms.com/
Author's Livejournal: [info]cybele_san
Summary:
Sequel to "Something to Write On. The return of the Quill of Harry's dreams.


Reviewer: Gaycrow



The story starts off the morning after Harry’s detention with Snape in "Something to Write On." Harry is feeling stiff, but for all the wrong reasons.

He has been woken up by an owl bringing him his Potions Journal, which he had accidentally left behind after his detention; and something else, something that Harry almost dares not touch -

The quill. That quill which Harry had spent the entire year watching caress the professor’s jaw, brush Snape’s lips, chin. The quill which bled the biting remarks on Harry’s Potions essays. The very same quill which knew the soft touch of those long, agile fingers, the cool smoothness of the palm of Snape’s hand.

Harry leaves Hogwarts to take up a summer job at the Three Broomsticks , where he leases a small flat upstairs. After his first night of hard work, he’s handed a letter from Snape, which proceeds to give him explicit instructions, all to do with a certain quill. Harry follows the instructions completely, and Cybele takes us on a very interesting journey. She has a beautiful way of writing ...

Snape snorted. "Go to sleep, Potter...Harry." Harry’s name penetrated him and streaked through his entire body in a thousand confounded flurries. If "Potter" was a leather whip, "Harry" was a smooth silk rope sliding over his bare skin before binding him tightly.

and delivers a much more satisfactory ending to this story, leaving both Harry and me with a broad grin.


 
   
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